The vagrants in the wilderness rarely walked the official roads, and the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong just so happened to have an officious air about it. People of a temple might feel afraid that climbing a mountain could be laborious, but they would still be able to find means for dealing with sword techniques. This being the case, when Gou Hanshi lightly spoke and Guan Feibai's sword seemed to have a mind of its own, instantly going from the wilderness to the temple, the longsword straightforward and upright, noble and stately, how could it be broken?
In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through Chen Changsheng's mind, yet he could not find a single way of breaking it. A powerful sword technique like the Three Forms of Wenshui, which brought blazing death, would probably be able to deal with it, but he had never taught it to Luoluo, and those strange and dangerous sword techniques he knew were above Luoluo's current level of strength.
Now, he finally felt a feeling that he had never experienced before, recalled those words that he had never thought would apply to him: 'It is when you are using what you have learned in books that you wish you had read more books than you have.'
He had read countless Daoist scriptures, but there was truly a massive gap with regards to his knowledge on cultivation. Of course, the three thousand scriptures of the Great Dao encompassed all knowledge in the world. As long as he was given two years, he was absolutely confident in his ability to convert the contents of the Daoist Canon into knowledge of cultivation, even daring to speak of victory against Gou Hanshi, but right now, he still could not do it.
He had read too few books, and in the end, there had just been too little time.
If he had enough time, he could know even more, and could also teach Luoluo even more.
But right now, he could not find a sword technique that could help Luoluo break Guan Feibai's Mountain Gate Sword.
Seeing Luoluo's childish face, seeing the focus on her brow, seeing the absolute confidence in her eyes, Chen Changsheng felt rather ashamed.
He did not attribute this predicament to Luoluo's not knowing all the sword techniques he knew, because this was the equivalent of pushing the responsibility onto her. On that night in the Orthodox Academy, he and that girl met for the first time. After that night, she placed all her trust on him, so he had to bear all the responsibility.
If possible, he was willing to act just as he had on that night, standing in front of her to confront the net, or sword, falling from the heavens.
But tonight, he could only stand behind, to help her confront her foe.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng's eyes suddenly glowed for an instant.
He thought of that night in the Orthodox Academy, thought of that demon expert, and thus, thought of a way.
If he could not break the sword, then he could momentarily avoid it, just as Gou Hanshi had taught Qi Jian earlier. As long as he could avoid the transition from wilderness to temple's first strike, his opponent's sword energy would be exhausted in the following attacks. It would no longer be so powerful without equal, its sword intent no longer boundless without the slightest gap.
How to avoid this strike was naturally also a rather difficult question.
If a sword technique could not be found to break it, then they should use a movement technique to break it!
"Xue Qing!
"Bing Hu!
"Yu Xuan!"
Chen Changsheng took one step forward and shouted out three phrases.
These were three stars in the night sky representing three locations. At the same time, they represented three different dodging postures.
In this world, only one movement technique could be so simply yet so precisely described.
Luoluo grasped her whip, the tip of her feet slightly moving, her body slightly swaying.
A stream of clear wind stirred up over the plaza.
For some reason, she had appeared several zhang away!
Guan Feibai's sword struck nothing but air!
A soft 'oh' came from the stone steps in front of the palace, a reflection of the crowd's surprise.
The hand Mao Qiuyu was using to stroke his beard stiffened.
Gou Hanshi's expression became extremely solemn as he subconsciously took a step forward.
"Yeshi Step?"
The movement technique Luoluo had just used truly shocked many people.
Because it looked very much like the Yeshi Step used by the demon experts of Xuelao City!
Only after a moment did Mao Qiuyu and the other powerful figures present make out that it was not the true Yeshi Step, but a simplified version, or perhaps a simple movement technique that looked superficially similar.
But this was already enough to escape Guan Feibai's sword!
Gou Hanshi's expression was still solemn, still in deep shock.
Even if it was only the simplified version, or a move with the same appearance, to be able to simplify it or imitate it was enough to prove that this person understood the Yeshi Step!
The Yeshi Step was an internal secret of some demon tribe!
Where did this youth learn it?
"Thirteen Returns to the West!"
Without hesitation, Chen Changsheng continued to speak, not paying attention to the shocked gazes of the crowd nor glancing at Gou Hanshi.
After using the imitation Yeshi Step to help Luoluo avoid Guan Feibai's Mountain Gate Sword and all its accumulated energy, he decided to counterattack!
When he spoke the words 'Thirteen Returns to the West', his eyes were very clear.
Because his mind was very calm.
He was calm because he was very confident that in the next moment, Luoluo would obtain victory.
Thirteen Returns to the West was the sword technique of some tribe in the north. In truth, the sword style to which this technique belonged had no name, but if one insisted on the name, then in the 'Records of the Return North', some virtuous predecessor of the Orthodoxy had recorded it as the Sword Beyond the Wall.
No one knew this sword style, and even Chen Changsheng had only skimmed it a few times from a book under the prayer mats of Xining Village's old temple when he was ten years old.
This book was not in the three thousand scriptures of the Dao. It was only a travelogue, a simple travelogue.
Previously, Gou Hanshi had used the Donglin Seven Star Sword and other such obscure sword techniques from small sects to put him and Luoluo in a difficult situation. Now, it was his turn to use an even obscurer sword technique to win!
Right now, Luoluo and Guan Feibai were separated by ten-odd zhang, both under the Eastern Star, and the locations of the stars were just right. This was precisely the situation he had been waiting for.
The positions of the two were ideal for the extraordinary splendor of the Sword Beyond the Wall to burst forth, for the mad gale to mow down the grasslands!
As long as Luoluo used Thirteen Returns to the West, then with the ability she had obtained in these several months of bitter cultivation, this match was certain to end in the Orthodox Academy's win.
Gou Hanshi's gaze had never left Chen Changsheng.
He saw the composure and confidence in Chen Changsheng's eyes.
He heard the name of the sword technique Chen Changsheng called out, yet he could not think of which sword manual it originated from.
There was a sword technique in this world that he did not know?
Somewhat shocked, Gou Hanshi stared at Luoluo's hand, preparing to respond, yet he discovered that for the first time in these sorts of matches, he felt a lack of confidence.
There was only silence in front of the palace, the wind noiselessly blowing across the plaza.
Many people sensed that this sword technique was meant to be Chen Changsheng's winning blow.
Everyone gazed at Luoluo, waiting to see just how mighty this Thirteen Returns to the West was.
After quite some time had passed, Luoluo finally moved.
She turned to Chen Changsheng and said rather pitifully, "Teacher, I also don't know it…"
In front of the palace hall, Mao Qiuyu sighed.
"Thirteen Returns to the West? …Long time no see."
His face was somewhat emotional, somewhat sentimental, somewhat sorrowful, yet also tinged with a smile.
"If Her Highness knew this technique, the Orthodox Academy would have probably won tonight."
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There was no 'if'. Luoluo had not been able to use the legendary Thirteen Returns to the West, so the battle continued.
It was just an interlude.
Chen Changsheng was somewhat startled, yet he did not feel any sense of setback. On the contrary, this interlude had let him shake off all his tension, and he immediately spoke the name of another technique.
He once again returned to the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong.
Gou Hanshi gave a faint smile and responded once more with the Donglin Seven Star Sword.
In a single response, or perhaps in a single moment of harmony, the situation returned to what it was in the past.
It was a quiet beauty like a tiny breeze and fine rain falling in a green forest.
But just when the spectators felt things calming down, the wind and rain suddenly increased in speed.
"The seventh move."
"Mountain Gate Sword eleventh."
"Zhou Sect Sword return."
"Golden Crow Sword opening."
"Falling Golden Crow!"
"Third Sword!"
Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi's voices got faster and faster!
The moment one spoke a technique, the other immediately responded. Earlier, there would be the occasional pause, time required to think, but now there was no pause between the two, not a single break!
The spectators almost didn't have time to listen, so just what time did the two have to think!
Their voices became faster and faster, so Luoluo and Guan Feibai naturally began to use techniques at a faster and faster speed.
In a few moments, the two had each used several dozen techniques.
The sword styles of the Mount Li Sword Sect's various halls and mountain gates were all displayed with Guan Feibai's single sword.
The old sword techniques of the past on the yellowed papers in the Orthodox Academy's library reappeared today through Luoluo's hands.
There was no slackening, no rest.
Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi continued to call out techniques.
Luoluo and Guan Feibai continued to use them.
Sword intent like the wind raged through the darkness. Sword intent like the rain flooded down to the ground.
With the passing of time, countless sword techniques and countless movement techniques were displayed on the plaza in front of the Weiyang Palace.
Some sword techniques were clearly from different sword styles, but they were spoken together by Chen Changsheng or Gou Hanshi, then used together by Luoluo or Guan Feibai, actually connecting like a rainbow, as if the connection was natural!
Some sword techniques were clearly famed as part of a combination sword style, yet they were forcefully broken apart by Chen Changsheng or Gou Hanshi, only having Luoluo or Guan Feibai use the latter part of the sword style after ten-odd moves, yet surprisingly producing results!
The crowd on the steps watched in stupefaction, occasionally shouting out cries of alarm.
"This way is also okay?"
"What sort of technique was that?"
"Teacher, this technique is too unreasonable, isn't it?"
"Martial Uncle, do you know this technique?"
The night was late, the many stars twinkled, and the sky was filled with sword glows.
Tonight, this match between the Orthodox Academy and the Mount Li Sword Sect meant to open a fresh path between the two had the spectating teachers and students of the capital, and the people of the southern diplomatic mission, so enchanted that they seemed idiots.
The deep knowledge and ability displayed by Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi was shocking, but the two people on the plaza raising their swords made the crowd want to prostrate themselves in admiration.
From the beginning until now, Chen Changsheng and Guan Feibai had already called out several hundred sword techniques. Other than the Thirteen Returns to the West, Luoluo and Guan Feibai had been able to use them all, and without a single flaw or mistake, to an almost perfect level. Just how difficult a task was this!
Principal Mao Qiuyu's earlier evaluation had already shamed the students of the capital's academies. The Mount Li Sword Sect's nurturing of its disciples had truly surpassed the Great Zhou Dynasty, as the Divine Kingdom's Seven Laws were truly all extraordinary people who diligently and persistently cultivated. But what about the girl, the White Emperor's sole daughter who had such an incomparably lofty status? How had she been able to endure so much hardship, to learn so many sword techniques?
The cries of alarm gradually grew softer and the sounds of discussion gradually vanished.
The silence in front of the hall represented reverence.
As Mao Qiuyu gazed at the plaza, he suddenly said, "The battle in Luoyang between Zhou Dufu and His Majesty Taizong probably did not surpass this."
Hearing these words, those important figures close to him instantly had a change in expression.
Xu Shiji was quiet because he had no idea what to say.
Prince Chen Liu said in surprise, "Principal, where do these words come from?"
Just what sort of person was Zhou Dufu? The man publicly acclaimed as the strongest man on the continent in a thousand years! And what sort of person was Emperor Taizong! Tonight's battle between the students of the Orthodox Academy and the disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect was admittedly marvelous, but how could it be compared with that battle in Luoyang that had gone down in history?
"Their current selves are naturally far from Zhou Dufu and His Majesty Taizong."
Mao Qiuyu emotionally sighed, "But when the battle in Luoyang took place, Zhou Dufu and His Majesty were at the prime of their lives, and just how old are these two?"
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Hearing Mao Qiuyu's statement finally made the crowd recall the ages of the four people on the plaza.
The oldest was Gou Hanshi, but he was no more than twenty.
Guan Feibai was eighteen.
Chen Changsheng and Luoluo were even younger.
They were all still young, one of them at Ethereal Opening, two at the upper level of Meditation, and there was even Chen Changsheng, not even having succeeded at Purification. Any random senior expert in the crowd spectating on the stone steps in front of the palace could easily defeat them, let alone Zhou Dufu or Emperor Taizong.
They were truly very young, so young that it was impossible to ascertain their futures. Tonight, they had already displayed a level that shocked the world; just who would be able to judge how far they would walk in the future?
The crowd quietly watched the flurry of swords and listened to the names of the techniques, their moods complex. In their view, the final outcome of this match between the Orthodox Academy and the Mount Li Sword Sect was truthfully no longer that important. Perhaps it would be better to say this: tonight, there would be no loser.
But Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi did not think this way, nor would Luoluo or Guan Feibai. On the sides of the plaza, Tang Thirty-Six, who was more nervous than anyone else, and Elder Xiao Songgong, whose face was growing increasingly resentful, as representatives of the Orthodox Academy and the Mount Li Sword Sect, thought only of triumphing over the other side.
No one knew how much time had passed.
They truly did not know.
The several hundred spectators and the two sides on the plaza had completely forgotten the passing of time.
The speed of Chen Changsheng's and Gou Hanshi's words did not slow, but their voices were gradually getting hoarse.
The speed at which Luoluo and Guan Feibai used sword techniques also did not slow, remaining precise and steady, but their breathing was gradually getting hurried.
Finally, at some point, Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi simultaneously stopped speaking.
All movement techniques, all foot techniques, all sword techniques had been used. The water had sunk, revealing white stone. (TN: This final line is evoking the image of the waters of a river dropping all the way until the white stones at its bottom are revealed. The line originates from 'An Account of the Old Toper's Pavilion' by Ouyang Xiu.)
At some point, the ten-odd zhang between Luoluo and Guan Feibai had vanished in a manner through which no one had noticed.
The two looked at each other, the Falling Rain Whip and the ordinary longsword silently meeting in the night sky.
This match had lasted for a very long time. Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi both took a step forward.
Luoluo and Guan Feibai had used several hundred sword techniques, used countless movement techniques and foot techniques, crossing the ten-odd zhang of distance.
At the final moment, the two sides met, whip touching sword.
This was not a mutual understanding but seemed a part of nature itself. Thus, it was very beautiful.
This testing of swords had finally reached this moment of meeting. The time of ending had finally arrived, not because the lamp had run dry of oil, but because the setting sun was sinking below the mountains.
The Falling Rain Whip and the longsword had already met. Since they could not use true essence, it was naturally impossible to continue.
This intense, even dazzling and resplendent battle had actually ended in a draw. This was truly beautiful, completely in accordance with the aesthetics of cultivators.
All around the palace was silence.
Even after a very long time, it was still silence.
Suddenly, someone began to clap.
The person clapping was Principal Mao Qiuyu.
Afterwards, Prince Chen Liu, the archbishop, and then everyone else, including the Qiushan clan head and Xu Shiji with their awful complexions, began to clap.
The clapping was in fits, rising and falling like a storm, intermixed with sighs of emotion and praise.
The crowd was praising the demeanor Luoluo and Guan Feibai had displayed in this competition of swords, and also praising the vast knowledge and ability Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi had displayed before the crowd. This was especially the case for Chen Changsheng—many people looked at this youth and thought in shock, this person is truly worthy of Princess Luoluo's deep respect. If he cultivated, would he not become the second Gou Hanshi?
The archbishop whispered a few words to Priest Xin behind him. Priest Xin accepted the order and took his subordinates to the plaza to go to Chen Changsheng's and Gou Hanshi's sides to offer recuperative medicines from the Li Palace—many people believed that Luoluo and Guan Feibai had greatly exhausted themselves in this match, but only the archbishop understood that it was Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi who had depleted their mental faculties to a frightening level. It was doubly true for Chen Changsheng who had not begun to cultivate, making it impossible for him to use true essence to nurture his mind. If he did not promptly take medicine, he might suffer some grave injury and even suffer some residual effects.
Defying everyone's expectations, Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi did not take the medicine or even glance at it.
They were still staring at the plaza, staring at Luoluo and Guan Feibai.
The spectators finally noticed the peculiarity on the plaza.
Luoluo had not withdrawn her whip, nor Guan Feibai his sword. Neither of them had any intention of retreating.
The crowd once more fell silent, staring in astonishment at this scene, mystified as to what would happen next.
Not willing to accept a draw?
Could this match possibly still have not concluded?
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Luoluo and Guan Feibai paid no attention to the countless gazes on their bodies because they had even closed their eyes.
The Falling Rain Whip and the longsword had met in the night sky and had still not parted.
They kept their eyes closed, relying on the faint trembling transmitted through their palms to sense the will and thoughts of their opponent.
Luoluo's clothes were drenched in sweat, releasing a white smoke into the slight chill of the autumn night, making her seem just like a fairy.
Guan Feibai's eyes were closed, his two eyebrows like swords. A bead of sweat slowly made its way down his face, making him seem just like the final and matchlessly valiant general on the battlefield.
Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi quietly gazed at the plaza, their faces somewhat pale, but they did not speak. They had each done everything that they possibly could so as to not have Luoluo or Guan Feibai lose in this competition of swords. Now, what would decide victory and defeat in this match would not be them, but those other two who had fought for such a very long time.
Without any warning, Luoluo and Guan Feibai simultaneously opened their eyes.
The longsword suddenly rose up and casually lashed out!
Several white threads suddenly appeared in the darkness, the turbulence from the sword cutting through the air!
Gou Hanshi's eyes began to glow.
He recognized that this sword style was not a part of the Mount Li Sword Sect, not a part of any sect. It was solely Guan Feibai's.
This was a sword style Guan Feibai had created by himself and that carried his own name: Flying White! (TN: Flying White is a literal translation of Feibai. It is also an actual calligraphy style noted for using a brush that is not dipped in very much ink to write characters that end up with the center of the strokes being white from lack of ink.)
Flying White was a calligraphy style, its style one of flying strokes, a parched brush connecting all and a striking white in between the letters!
This sort of calligraphy style required a parched brushstroke and what it chose was a parched essence!
This sword style was assuredly not Guan Feibai's strongest sword style, but it was assuredly the sword style that had engraved itself the deepest in his body!
From inside the hall to outside, the perpetually arrogant Guan Feibai had suffered too much humiliation tonight, had held it in for far too long. Even in this endless battle with Luoluo, he had been suppressing his anger, coldly, even cruelly moving his sword according to the instructions of his senior brother, all the way until this moment…
Tonight, he had already suppressed himself for far too long.
Yes, his lamp had still not run dry because he had never used his true essence, but his rage and arrogance had simmered for so long that his reserves had almost boiled away.
At the final moment, he finally released the energy he had suppressed for the entire night. This energy was extremely powerful, seeming as if it could fly, carrying a parched essence!
Without needing true essence, only relying on such formidable sword intent, he would be able to defeat any opponent!
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The moment Guan Feibai moved his sword, Luoluo also moved.
Just what sword technique should she use to respond to her opponent's Flying White?
The Falling Rain Whip suddenly tightened, becoming extremely straight, just like a branch that had been chosen with utmost care.
She stared into Guan Feibai eyes, not even glancing at or caring for his sword. Gripping her whip, she stabbed at him with no hesitation or delay in her actions!
Yes, there were no tricks, no changes, no sword intent or accumulated energy.
She held her whip like a sword and simply stabbed forward.
The Falling Rain Whip was like a branch. It had no need to rise, only move forward and then fall.
Just like how Chen Changsheng in the library of the Orthodox Academy had used the tree branch to poke at her body.
In this stab, she naturally did not use true essence, yet a fierce buzz droned through the night sky.
It could be imagined just how fast she was.
It could be imagined just how many times she had practiced this stab.
This was something that none of the crowd had been able to understand. The majority of the Mount Li Sword Sect's disciples were born in poverty, so they practiced their swordsmanship relentlessly and possessed an unusual determination, but how could Princess Luoluo, the sole daughter of the White Emperor, endure so much pain?
In White Emperor City, no one dared to discipline her, so she was naturally not taught to be this way.
Chen Changsheng dared to discipline her, but she acted so clever and intelligent, so what was there to discipline?
The Orthodox Academy truly did have a teaching stick, but it had no other use than Chen Changsheng instructing her on how to circulate true essence.
Luoluo had practiced it herself.
For some reason she wanted no one else to know, from the moment she began to think, she had always yearned to be strong.
So she cultivated with great diligence, practiced the sword with great bitterness.
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Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi stared at the plaza in silence.
Luoluo's and Guan Feibai's final attacks seemed to have nothing to do with them, but in truth, they still had something to do with them.
The lessons they had taught to Luoluo and Guan Feibai in the Orthodox Academy and the Mount Li Sword Sect were all displayed in these final attacks.
That Luoluo and Guan Feibai would have this opportunity to use these final attacks was truthfully also the result of them exhausting their minds.
Since they could not accept a draw, there would certainly be victory and defeat.
Who would win and who would lose? Would the sword be more powerful or the whip even faster?
The crowd stared, their expressions tense.
Guan Feibai's sword howled through the night sky like a parched brush, a whip wielded in the hands of a god.
Luoluo's whip stabbed through the night sky like a tree branch, a sword wielded in the hands of a god.
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The sword rose.
The whip rose.
The sword fell.
The whip did not fall.
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A hint of pain appeared in Guan Feibai's eyes, quickly replaced by a sense of incredulity.
He lowered his head to his stomach. The clothes there had been broken and the Falling Rain Whip stuck out of it like a sword. Blood slowly seeped out.
He raised his head to Luoluo, shocked and furious. He wanted to ask something, but no words came out.
Blood trickled down from the corner of his lip.
The Falling Rain Whip had not advanced far, as Luoluo had already stayed her hand.
His injuries were very light. Blood was trickling from the corner of his lips not because of Luoluo's whip, but because his anger, unwillingness, and all his other emotions had exploded, wounding his heart.
"Concede."
Luoluo drew back the Falling Rain Whip, clasped her hands, and bowed. With a calm expression, she turned and walked back to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng looked across through the darkness at Gou Hanshi, slightly bending his body and clasping his hands.
After a moment of silent thought, Gou Hanshi returned the gesture.
Chen Changsheng turned to Luoluo, a faint smile appearing on his slightly pale face.
Seeing him smile, Luoluo also happily laughed.
This competition of swords had finally reached a conclusion.
Victory and defeat had already been assigned.
Luoluo had won over Fourth Law Guan Feibai.
The Orthodox Academy had won over the Mount Li Sword Sect.
No one in the crowd had expected this sort of result beforehand.
The entire place was absolutely silent.
Suddenly, there was a voice.
"If we could use true essence, that final strike of your whip wouldn't even be able to break my skin."
Guan Feibai gazed at Luoluo's back, his face pale, refusing to accept this result.
Luoluo stopped.
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